After dropping Azalea to Marc Technolgies on that day, I have been thinking about what I had almost said that day.

Home.....

Ever since I was young, I have always wanted a home. My parents were almost never at home and when they were, they were working.

Home. A place filled with happiness, a place you wish to come back to after a tiring day at work.

Home is a place you can forget all your worries.

Living with Azalea has made my house, a home. It has made me want to come early to spend more time with her.

Azalea makes me happy, she has even made me a better person without even knowing it.

I know, I'm still the Don of the Italian mafia, so I can't exactly be a better person.

Since that day, I just might have been avoiding her. I know I shouldn't, I just needed time to think. I have finally come to a conclusion...

I like her...

Azalea reminds me of the woman who saved my life a year back. That person helped me, a total stranger even though I had threatened her with a gun.

Even though that time I was stabbed and couldn't see clearly, I vividly remember a tattoo she had on her waist. It was the word 'strength'.

I got a small tattoo of a tiny red heart on a long scar that I had on my torso, a result from that exact stab.

I will forever be thankful to that person because she literally saved my life.

I wonder where she is, now....

Now, I was in the living room on the couch. Tonight, when I came back home, I couldn't find Azalea. I checked every room of the house.

She hadn't left a text or anything, so I got worried. When I had called her, she didn't pick up.

So I had called Liam and then Alex but they said that they didn't know where she was. Then I called Kim, Azalea's friend.

Kim said that she was out...on a date. On a date ??!!?

It's 11:00 pm now. Why isn't she back yet ? Is she alright ?

I tried calling her again but when didn't pick up.

Maybe she's just ignoring you, like how you did with her. My conscience reminded me.

Ugh.....when is she coming ?

It's been half an hour since I last called her. Picking up my phone, I dialed her number but disconnected the call when I the heard jiggling of keys at the door.

Looking up from my phone, I saw Azalea wearing a short black dress. Her hair was a little messed up and she looked tired, but still beautiful as ever.

She went out wearing that ? Taking a deep breath, I calmed myself down.

Azalea is her own person; which means she can wear whatever she wants to; I told myself.

"Where were you, Azalea ?" I asked her, in a calm voice.

As much as I wanted to hug her tight, knowing that she is safe with me, I couldn't. I don't have the right to do so after treating her the way I did.

"Out." She replied in a cold voice.

"Next time please tell me when you leave." I said, almost pleading.

"Oh. I didn't know that you cared about where I was, Mr. I am going to ignore Azalea for no reason." She retorts, clearly angry.

"Look, I'm sorry. I just needed time to think. I'm sorry for ignoring you."

"You don't see me ignoring you when I'm thinking, do you ?" She asks, removing her shoes at the door.

I feel so guilty for treating her like that. She doesn't deserve it.

"I promise that I will never ever do that again. I've never known how to deal with my feelings and emotions. I just needed time to think, Azalea." I said, slowly walking towards her.

"It's alright." She sighed. "Just talk to me next time. I'm always here for you, alright ?" She said, patting my shoulder.

I nodded,"Yeah..."

"If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go talk to Kim. You know, 'cause she doesn't ignore me." Azalea said, walking up the stairs.

I chuckled, "You're never going to let that go, are you ?"

"No. No, I won't." She said, as she walked to her room.

I decided to make dinner. I could cook, at least without burning the house down.

Mac n' Cheese will do....

Half an hour later, after making dinner, I served both Azalea and myself.

Just then, she came back down. Now, she was wearing a nightsuit. It was black in color with stars on them.

"Oooohh....." Azalea dragged her word. "What ya doing ?"

"I made dinner. Here you go." I said, giving her the plate of food.

She jumped on the stool at the island and scrunched her nose. "Thanks for thinking of me, but I'm not hungry."

Oh..my... that was so adorable !

"Reeaally ?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.

"Yeah. I already ate." She said, slightly furrowing her eyebrows.

I know Azalea, well. When she lies, or tries to hide something, she slightly furrows her eyebrows because she hopes that the other person will buy her lie.

"What did you eat ?" I asked, challenging her.

She mumbled something but I don't hear.

"Cotton candy and ice cream." She repeated, a little loudly this time.

"That is not dinner. Eat." I tell her.

"Okay. But I'm eating only because I love food. Not because you said so." She clarified.

"As long as you eat..." My voice trails off.

I sat next to her and both of us ate. After a while, I decided to break the silence.

"Soooo....you were on a date, huh ?" I asked, my fork poking into the macaroni.

"Yeah. My colleague, Dylan asked me out. It was my first date, actually..." She replied.

"Ah, okay." I said.

First date ? This woman is such a nice person, so beautiful...how was that her first date ?

To do list : Tell Noah to stalk someone named 'Dylan' who works at Marc Technologies.

"Don't even think about stalking the guy." Azalea warns me.

Can she read my mind ? How did she know that ? Am I speaking loudly ?

"No, I can't read your mind. I know that because I'm smart. No, you're not speaking loudly." She answered all of my unsaid questions.

"Welll....how is Estella doing ? Is Matteo alright ?" She asked, concerned.

Oh, so Estella told her about Matteo.

"She said she'll stay there for more time. Matteo will be alright soon." I said, smiling at her.

The fact that Azalea cares about them even though she barely knows them, makes me happy.

"Ah....okay then. Thanks for dinner. Goodnight." Azalea said, after washing her plate.

"No problem. Goodnight." I said, walking behind her to go to my room.

Entering my room, I jumped on the bed and covered my myself with the sheets.

Ever since we slept on the couch that day, after she stole my sandwich, I feel empty sleeping without her in my arms.

I totally sound like a creep right now, don't I ?

"One day...."

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